It’s time to roll out my mat and resume my war on chronology.
Why the packers took some things apart and not others is the main question that I’ve pondered in the last couple of days. Then, there are the questions related to the so-called hardware box, the small, open-faced, improperly sealed cardboard box intended to carry all of the shelf supports, nuts, bolts, etc, and how it was cleverly held together to some degree on the bottom by the ingenious four-flap-fold’n-tuck technique. This “box” held all the parts that it could; unfortunately, some of those parts were lost in transit. Consequently, re-assembling the pieces that were unnecessarily dis-assembled in the first place – fully embracing the randomness here – has required a unique blend of technical and cultural competences and has granted me another blessed opportunity to look at myself in a whole new way.
Spending the night with my Sweetie-pie at the luxurious McBride Guest House to get away from the unexpected hot water heater problems that surfaced at our place in town. Did somebody say hot water? How ’bout hot tub after a couple of cold, McBride home brews? What a treat? Per omnia secula seculorum, baby!
It’s mid-afternoon, sunny, and 66 degrees on this, the day before the moving van arrives with our stuff and one of our 2 vehicles. We’ve been staying at a VRBO on the outskirts of Merced that has been such a comfortable, beautiful, and practical alternative, and will probably continue to be so indefinitely, at least until I get our place in town up and running. I’ll have more to say about this VRBO and the cool folks who run it in due time. In the meantime I’ll simply mention a few key characteristics: hot tub, pool, home brewer, 2 dogs, beautiful patio, and above all, those cool, interesting, conversant folks who run this VRBO, with this kind of a view: